It was late, far too late for Bridget to still be up, even if she were packing. But all the downstairs lights were on.Then she saw the SUV. It wasn’t parked in front of their house; it was across the street in front of their neighbor’s home. But she’d know it anywhere. Ted.She opened her car door and his scent assaulted her, as though he’d marked his territory all over her lawn. She knew he hadn’t; he just put off a strong scent and anyone in his pack could smell it if they were close enough. Without the competing scents of the bar, she could smell it clear out to the driveway.Ted was in her home. With Bridget.Deirdre fumbled for her phone, rifling through her purse. She had to let Jake and Sam know. Just as she laid hands on it, her front door opened. Ted stepped out. “Come inside, Deirdre.” He watched her walk toward him.So much for calling her mates. She could try, but Ted would be on her before it even started to ring. She let go of her cell, leaving it in her purse as she neared the two steps that led to the front door.Ted breathed in, nostrils flaring.
